“Cindy of course!” Brett answered without batting an eye, “She’s promised to do something for whoever told her where you were. I plan on collecting.” Brett reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. You looked at him nervously. You had no doubt that he actually had Cindy’s number. More than likely she would change it, but for the moment you were sure he had it. Your thoughts immediately turned to escape.

Brett was still standing in the doorway. There was little chance of you could **** your way past him. Even if you could sneak past him, you doubted that you could outrun him. If you couldn’t outrun him, he could wait until you got tired and then call Cindy. He could probably even call her while you were on the run. There was nothing you could do to stop him. Your only hope was to convince him not to make that call.

“Don’t make that call.” you pleaded. You placed your hand over his cell phone.

“I want Cindy.” Brett repeated. His other hand grabbed your wrist. He gently but firmly pulled your hand off his. He opened his phone. You tried to pull free, but his grip was too strong. You twisted, but only managed to wrap his arm tightly about your chest. You heard a soft click as he closed his phone. You looked up to see him looking down over your shoulder. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was looking at.

“On the other hand,” he said as he eyed at your chest, “I think I could be convinced to wait a while before I call her. Perhaps even long enough to make it impossible for her to get here before time’s up.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, I’d need something to make it worth my while.”

“I see…” you murmured. You were rather disheartened. “And just what would make it worth your while?”

“I figure that with a little bit of luck, Cindy will be so grateful, or so drunk, that she will let me fuck her brains out.” Brett started. Knowing Cindy, Brett’s plan was more fantasy than reality you let out a small snort. “However, I’ve learned to create my own luck. If winning were worth a good fuck, I figure that simply avoiding a loss would be worth something a little less. How about you give me a blowjob so I don’t call Cindy and let her know where you are?”